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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
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From ‘To a Comrade’

By Alfred de Musset (1810–1857)

THE JOY of meeting makes us love farewell;

We gather once again around the hearth,

And thou wilt tell

All that thy keen experience has been

Of pleasure, danger, misadventure, mirth,

And unforeseen.

And all without an angry word the while,

Or self-compassion,—naught dost thou recall

Save for a smile;

Thou knowest how to lend good fortune grace,

And how to mock what’er ill luck befall

With laughing face.

But friend, go not again so far away;

In need of some small help I always stand,

Come whatso may;

I know not whither leads this path of mine,

But I can tread it better when my hand

Is clasped in thine.